tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674336400331431860.post7105387314406738624..comments2023-10-28T04:58:22.246-04:00Comments on Crystal Coast Gardener: Waiter! There's Raw Fish in My Soup!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674336400331431860.post-50368597054777429292011-03-24T11:04:46.211-04:002011-03-24T11:04:46.211-04:00OMG!!!! I am laughing. First off, yes we have to...OMG!!!! I am laughing. First off, yes we have to find date nights as well. I have to get my tubby butt out and we zumba on Thursday nights. You know if money weren't an issue....:) And the two of us have completely different tastes....I love gardening while my other half reads comics. Number one. Hilarious if not nasty title....Crabby Dicks....you have to go there for the name alone. Bathroom experience sounds unique and not sure I'd want to experience in a public place. As for restaurant experiences, oh yeah, we've had our fill of them. I hate when the dishes all come out at different times.....that to me is bad service because eating out is a social thing. I love your writes and people observations. I know I've said that before but I think if we lived in the same town, we'd be friends. Arizona is full of characters and the gardening part keeps me sane:)Rohrerbothttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02136631378931478644noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674336400331431860.post-15461622226689005562011-03-16T16:44:50.550-04:002011-03-16T16:44:50.550-04:00just checking for your next post!
where is it?just checking for your next post!<br />where is it?John Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674336400331431860.post-66592091162831957962011-03-14T21:18:59.808-04:002011-03-14T21:18:59.808-04:00Oh my, I hate restaurant experiences like that. I...Oh my, I hate restaurant experiences like that. I honestly feel rather sorry for your waiter though. I wonder if he's quit yet? We've had a number of bad dining experiences in the past, but the most recent one was at a trendy local restaurant that supposedly had 'fabulous' food. The service was equivalently horrendous. We got through a bottle of wine (with our friends, not alone - honest!) before the waiter even took our food order (maybe that was part of his cunning plan). Then it was 45 minutes and another bottle until the cold soup arrived. Dinner was not only late, but the chicken was RAW. Can we spell Sam and Ella? Ewww. Not enough alcohol in the world to make up for that. To make up for the horrible dining experience, the chef sent out a large family sized plate of burned to a crisp...wait for it...brussel sprouts. First, who sends sprouts to make a customer happy? Second, what wine pairs well with burned brussel sprouts? The fact they were burned proved the chef didn't care a hoot about any of us, but honestly, that was the most entertaining part of the entire meal. Dessert was actually awful (how in the heck do you screw up dessert?), and the pound cake was only fit for mortaring and building walls with. It's the first restaurant in many years that I left saying I would NEVER return. Thank dog I didn't the visit the bathroom there, who knows what horrors may have awaited me! :PCurbstone Valley Farmhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06714297348566721344noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674336400331431860.post-20127256729845902432011-03-12T17:27:05.598-05:002011-03-12T17:27:05.598-05:00Great story - and love that last pic. We go to a ...Great story - and love that last pic. We go to a place at the Lake of the Ozarks - Dick's Halfway Inn. They sell shots that you drop live guppies into, and NO, I have never done one. But friends have...urgh.<br /><br />Slowness drives me crazy, too. I'd rather drive 20 minutes out of my way than sit in 10 minutes of traffic. <br /><br />Worst restaurant experience: there have been several, but the most recent was at a pub that recently changed hands. About 8 girls out for a friend's birthday dinner. We get a round of drinks, and order dinner - 30 minutes later, no food. We can see the waitress is slammed, so we ask how long? she says about another 10-15 minutes...okay...so we order another round of drinks. 15 minutes later - no drinks. no food. <br /><br />We ask the waitress, she says everything is on it's way. 10 minutes later, no drinks, no food. <br /><br />We tell her to forget it, we are leaving. And she gives us the bill for the round of drinks we had, the round of drinks we didn't have AND the food that was never delivered. We ask her to remove all the items EXCEPT the drinks we actually got, but she can't do that...only a manager can, and he's on his break. I thought she was going to cry. We felt so bad for her, we went ahead and threw down enough money to cover our first round and a pretty good tip. Hope she kept all of it.<br /><br />The place was out of business by the next week.Melissahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16253555059755669254noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674336400331431860.post-23368623413877501062011-03-12T11:25:58.573-05:002011-03-12T11:25:58.573-05:00Kyna, I absolutely agree on continuing date nights...Kyna, I absolutely agree on continuing date nights. Unfortunately we don't do that often enough in this house but last weekend went to a pub in the afternoon and ate too much and lazed about. It was grand. I can't think of any really atrocious restaurant stories but not too long ago we went out for a greasy spoon kind of meal. Hubby who loves greasy food ordered a hot hamburger sandwich loaded with gravy. Very very bad heart attack inducing food - his favourite. The waitress asked him if he'd like his sandwich with whole wheat bread and he was like 'um what's the point of that?' and she began to argue with him that if he was having so much gravy then he ought to compensate by eating good bread. How nice of her to watch out for his health like that!Margueritehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14377516887669269657noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674336400331431860.post-45549395792254801082011-03-12T05:37:23.853-05:002011-03-12T05:37:23.853-05:00I was once in a recommended restaurant, and things...I was once in a recommended restaurant, and things were going well. Suddenly there seemed to be a spat going on between a wiatress and a waiter. We watched as she obviously gave him the cold shoulder, while he tried to hiss some message to her. She served the starters and he brought the wine. As he poured my wine he snarled at her, "You slut".<br /><br />I laughed, which made both of them stare at me. She turned and stormed away and I asked him what was going on. They were due to get married in a few weeks, and he'd popped in to see her at work on his day off, and caught her at it with one of the chefs. <br /><br />He went off and she came back with something else. I asked if the chef was well hung, and she started to cry. Apparently she'd been seeing the chef for a while and was pregnant. She thought it was the chef as the waiter had taken precautions. The other people I was with were embarrassed but I kept on quizzing her.<br /><br />Then another waitress came over and told her to go to the staffroom and stop crying. She then apologised to us and asked what had happened. My friend told her, which was a good move as she was the chef's wife.<br /><br />Next you know we had the two waitresses, the waiter and the chef at our table, argiung the toss and for some reason involving us. I sat there drunkenly laughing, and eventually a friend of mind just stood up and yelled at the top of his voice "Get the fucking manager".<br /><br />The whole place went silent, and an oldish man came hurrying over. Before he could speak I asked him, "Are you having sex wioth any of these people?" He said he wasn't. I figured it was worth checking.<br /><br />My friend then turned to the manager and said very loudly, "Look, we have come to your establishment on the basis of a recommendation. Do you understand that? A fucking recommendation. That means another customer came here, like dit, and told us to come here. If we like it, we tell someone else, and so on. It's how great restaurants become great, do you understand that?"<br /><br />The oldish man nodded. My friend continued. "We've come here tonight, especially because it was recommdend, and all we want is a quiet meal of a good quality, with efficient servcie. And what do we get, eh? What do we fucking get?"<br /><br />The oldish man looked devasted and went to speak, but before he could my friend picked up his plate, held it out to the man, and said, "The venison steak, superbly seasoned, perfectly cooked, the sauce well balanced, even the peas are bursting with freshness. But the chips? The chips, my friend, are fucking cold!"<br /><br />With that he handed the plate to the oldish man, sat back down and turned to me. he then asked, still very loudly, "Which one's up the stick, the fat one or the thin one?"<br /><br />We didn't get a bill at the end of the evening.The Idiothttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18345021580985320660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674336400331431860.post-53053381876363010372011-03-11T13:49:51.642-05:002011-03-11T13:49:51.642-05:00OH, I've had several, but off the bat I can sa...OH, I've had several, but off the bat I can say getting locked in a bathroom 'stall' (one of those chi chi ones that is all dark wood and candles and the door shuts behind you and you are inclosed from floor to 12 foot ceiling), IN MOSCOW, on a monday night with very few people in the restaurant, and those that were spoke RUSSIAN. I banged for a half an hour on the 6 inch think stall door without trying to really freak out. My EX BOYFRIEND (grrrr) just let me stay in there the entire time... I guess he never wondered or was concerned that in a foreign city known for mafia that I had disappeared! Finally one of the service staff heard me and got some guy who took apart the lock and let me free. To this day I will not 'lock' a stall door unless you can crawl out from under it. I'd rather show my stuff.Jesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01524574998937986323noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674336400331431860.post-59173200591743456452011-03-11T12:40:48.992-05:002011-03-11T12:40:48.992-05:00thats the most eclectic and entertaining blog entr...thats the most eclectic and entertaining blog entry I have read in a long time!John Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674336400331431860.post-752949022011582932011-03-11T12:15:22.817-05:002011-03-11T12:15:22.817-05:00When I was a teen me and three of my friends were ...When I was a teen me and three of my friends were waiting to be picked up but the messages got scrambled and the father thought the mother was going to pick us up and vice versa. So we waited all night at a 24 hour dive with a bottomless cup of coffee. The ketchup was runny and the fries were undercooked and I got so sick from all the coffee that I can't drink it to this day. The following week they were shut down for bad lettuce that gave everyone ecoli.Kalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00663751053844271849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674336400331431860.post-66661510407368972842011-03-11T09:13:55.479-05:002011-03-11T09:13:55.479-05:00Tricia: What a douche O_O
I never went to Chiant...Tricia: What a douche O_O<br /><br /> I never went to Chianti's, my brother Kevin went there all the time. I can totally see how a bad experience with the person you went with can make it a place you don't want to visit again though lol. I had a couple of places like that. ;)<br /><br />Turling: Not one bad restaurant experience in your whole life? Not even a spider in your drink? Chuck and I went to a crappy restaurant once, that we knew was crappy but went anyway. I spied something weird in Chuck's glass of water...it was a giant hairy-legged spider, literally frozen into one of the ice cubes. We told the person at the counter, they shrugged, and offered him another glass of water. <br /><br />Not even something like that, Turling? :)<br /><br />Liz: Slowness kills me. I'd rather the food be a little crappy than have it take forever in coming out. But slowness kills me anywhere...if someone takes a little too long in telling a story, I feel like beating them over the head with your hard breakfast muffin. I hope you kept it as a souvenier doorstop? :P<br /><br /><br /><br />No one else with stories? *crickets*Kynahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13222304237028745181noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674336400331431860.post-35571386499246213902011-03-10T12:27:38.831-05:002011-03-10T12:27:38.831-05:00Hi Kyna,
We've had two poor experieces recent...Hi Kyna,<br /><br />We've had two poor experieces recently, and strangely (or not) both were in restaurants at a large shopping mall nearby.<br />One restaurant is a regular for us, but in the city centre and the service is always fine. But at this mall they were just so slow, and it was only lunchtime on a Sunday ffs!<br />The other, well it started off bad and resulted in me having eggs benedict which was so hard you could've knocked someone out with the muffin. yeah, never going there again.Lizhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08640322232670777125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674336400331431860.post-13936022745543924762011-03-10T11:02:16.725-05:002011-03-10T11:02:16.725-05:00Hard to believe, but we haven't really had one...Hard to believe, but we haven't really had one. Apparently, we don't get out enough.Turlinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04466952089423973036noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674336400331431860.post-90769799479991432492011-03-10T10:42:40.517-05:002011-03-10T10:42:40.517-05:00Chianti's on Whyte. The restaurant was great, ...Chianti's on Whyte. The restaurant was great, but the guy I was with felt the need to diss my best friend, sister, and generally my whole family the entire night for their beliefs, styles, and more. Even after explaining to him that these were important people in my life, he didn't stop. He also told me about 5 or 6 times what I could/could not get based on the coupon he had gotten in his university agenda. Wow... that's one way to impress a lady. I tried SO hard to avoid the kiss at the end of the night, but no cigar. He kinda forced it on me. I couldn't wait to get out of there. By the time I got home I felt like I had to apologize for him (even though no one knew what he said but me).Triciahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17852062730751930064noreply@blogger.com